While the world was sleeping
red sun was rising
black wind was moaning
The wheel never slowing

Wild [bad word] The wilderness burning
Dust fills the air
Theres no way of returning

Silently its clinging
Unheard and unyielding
This world has a way of its own
Never slowing

The wheel is eternal
Its form elemental
No way of returning
The wheel never slowing

Hold your head high
Climb that hill
Fear the water 
Rising still
And the [bad word] will light the way you'll see..

We'll rain down such vengeance
We'll call on the tempest
We'll raise up an army
We raise up an army

Let it turn 
Let it turn 
Let it burn
Let it burn

Oh let it burn..